Thursday, July 26, 2012

50 Years Later - Old Friends Meeting Up



The other day I had lunch with 3 of my friends from grade school through high school. We have known each other for 60+ years (since 7th grade, when I transferred to the school after moving from Los Angeles to Pomona, Ca)   Standing are June (on left) and Jan (on right).  I'm the one sitting.  I saw June for the 1st time in 50+ years about 6 months ago when we found out we lived fairly close and met for lunch)....Jan I saw at  our 40 year high school graduation (12 years ago).  But June and Jan had not seen each other for 50 years.  We had a blast catching up with each other.  And it was just like the 'old days' only better. Below our pictures of us at 8th grade graduation and then again at high school graduation.  We haven't changed at all over the years, have we???

8th Grade Graduation - 1957


Mary
June
Jan

High School Graduation - 1961


Mary
Jan
June






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 Mary Post Warren

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Happy Birthday Jimmy


Happy 70th Birthday Big Brother

James Joseph Post
July 19, 1942 - December 27, 1993

Missing you.....

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 Mary Post Warren



Friday, May 25, 2012

Couple Meet Obstacles in Search for Missing Son

This article is about friends of ours (Barney and the hubs were co-workers and they were personal friends)....we pray for them and Mark daily.  I have edited this article because of the length of it.   Hoping some of my 'friends' out there in genealogy blog-ville can help out.  It's a long article but please take the time to read it.  Hampden Township is in Pennsylvania.




Hampden Township couple meet obstacles in search for missing son with mental illness
Published: Friday, May 04, 2012, 6:00 AM Updated: Friday, May 04, 2012, 12:14 PM
By MATTHEW KEMENY, The Patriot-News The Patriot-News 




Kathy Goddard lost touch with her son Mark, 38, 10 years ago while he was living in California. Mark suffers from schizophrenia.  The once-athletic, mentally alert child they raised in a Los Angeles suburb before moving to the midstate in 1996 had been destroyed by mental illness. Several years after schizophrenia settled in, Mark Goddard dragged his feet around his parents’ Hampden Township home. His speech was slow and, at times, slurred. Medications left him with a bloated body and tremors so severe he couldn’t keep his arms from shaking. 

Barney Goddard cried during that visit. It was one of the last times the Goddards saw their son. 

Mark Christopher Goddard, 38, has been missing for nearly a decade. His family last saw him at his brother Jeff’s wedding in California in the summer of 2002. 

Since then, the family’s calls and letters have gone unanswered. Hampden Township police won’t investigate because it’s out of their jurisdiction. Police in Ontario, Calif. — where Mark Goddard went missing — said they can’t investigate due to medical privacy laws. Plus, they said the case was not a priority for the department based on the circumstances. 

Kathy Goddard is searching for her son Mark, who is diagnosed with schizophrenia. The family has not seen or heard from him in 10 years.

The case exemplifies the struggles families endure when a relative with mental illness goes missing. While all missing person searches pose challenges, trying to find someone with a disease such as schizophrenia or bipolar disorder can be particularly difficult, said Sue Walther, executive director of the Mental Health Association in Pennsylvania. 

“I would think the biggest concern is the illness impacting the person’s decision-making process and thinking,” Walther said. “They’re not making the best decisions that they would if they were in a healthy place.” 

As of Dec. 31, 2010, there were more than 85,000 active missing person cases across the country that involve people with physical or mental disabilities, people who authorities believe may be in danger and people under 21, according to the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s National Crime Information Center. Juveniles account for nearly half the total. 

The number of missing persons cases has decreased significantly since 1994, according to FBI statistics. 

Liz Adams has a similar story to the Goddards. 

When her schizophrenic brother, John Adams, went missing in the summer of 1993, the Seattle-area family searched tirelessly for him. When her parents became too old to continue the hunt, Adams took over. She tried numerous times to file missing person reports, but she was told her brother didn’t qualify as a missing person because no crime was suspected in his disappearance, nor was he a danger to himself or others. 

Adams disagreed with those assessments. The Goddards do, as well. 

But Liz Adams continued to search. Her work paid off in March 2011, when she was able to trace her brother’s body to an anonymous county-owned grave in Swatara Township. John Adams died ten years earlier at Penn State Milton S. Hershey Medical Center from injuries he suffered after being hit by a train in Juniata County. He was 47. 

The news wasn't what she was hoping for, but at least she was able to get closure. 

The Goddards hope for the same. Like many families with relatives missing for years, it’s the uncertainty that’s the hardest to handle. 

A while back, Liz Adams reached out to the Goddards and shared her story. The conversation comforted the couple as they continued to meet obstacles. 

“It’s a full-time job trying to find someone. You could do this eight hours a day,” said Kathy Goddard, a retired special education teacher at the Capital Area Intermediate Unit. “You have to hang in there. It’s not easy.” 

The Goddards plan to fly to Seattle in July after the birth of their first grandchild to their middle son, Jeff. They hope to go to California sometime after that to search again for Mark. 

When the Goddards moved to Pennsylvania more than 15 years ago, Mark Goddard stayed behind. He was in his early 20s then, had his own apartment and worked at a warehouse. 

That’s about when schizophrenia began to take a hold of him.  After developing an addiction to amphetamine, commonly known as the drug speed, Mark Goddard spent a lot of his time in hospitals, jail and halfway homes, his father said. 

Doctors gave him different diagnoses and put him on different drugs. He spent a year in a treatment facility near San Diego.

Mark Goddard would call his parents in the middle of the night and jabber on about nothing that made any sense. When he visited his parents, he stayed in his room and performed ninja chops. 

“It all just upset us. It was like demonic possession,” Barney Goddard said. “When I talked to him, I’d tell him that I loved him. I’m not sure if he always heard me.” 

The Goddards also sent Mark letters and cards, sometimes with checks inside to ensure he was still fine. But after 2002, the checks stopped getting cashed. Letters and cards were not returned. The phone numbers they had for their son stopped working.  In 2003, a card came back to the Goddards as return to sender. 

The Goddards have contacted the San Bernardino County Sheriff’s office, which had no record of Mark Goddard. 
Police in Fontana, Calif., also confirmed Mark Goddard is not in jail. 

This year, the Goddards reached out to the U.S. Social Security Administration, which sent Mark Goddard disability checks, and it forwarded a letter from them to his last known address. However, due to the Health Insurance Portability and Accountability Act of 1996 — commonly known as HIPAA — it couldn’t release Mark Goddard’s address, Barney Goddard said.   A Social Security representative in Carlisle told the couple he could be fired for giving out any information. 

At this point, Barney Goddard said he feels like he’s hit a brick wall.  “I just want him to come back and be part of the family,” he said, fighting back tears. “Whatever the problem is, we’ll work it out.” 

Related topics: hampden township, mark christopher goddard

Thursday, December 22, 2011

The Amazing Story of 'O Holy Night'


The Amazing Story of 'O Holy Night'
By Ace Collins

Declared 'unfit for church services' in France and later embraced by U.S. abolitionists, the song continues to inspire.


The strange and fascinating story of "O Holy Night" began in France, yet eventually made its way around the world. This seemingly simple song, inspired by a request from a clergyman, would not only become one of the most beloved anthems of all time, it would mark a technological revolution that would forever change the way people were introduced to music.

In 1847, Placide Cappeau de Roquemaure was the commissionaire of wines in a small French town. Known more for his poetry than his church attendance, it probably shocked Placide when his parish priest asked the commissionaire to pen a poem for Christmas mass. Nevertheless, the poet was honored to share his talents with the church.

In a dusty coach traveling down a bumpy road to France's capital city, Placide Cappeau considered the priest's request. Using the gospel of Luke as his guide, Cappeau imagined witnessing the birth of Jesus in Bethlehem. Thoughts of being present on the blessed night inspired him. By the time he arrived in Paris, "Cantique de Noel" had been completed.

Moved by his own work, Cappeau decided that his "Cantique de Noel" was not just a poem, but a song in need of a master musician's hand. Not musically inclined himself, the poet turned to one of his friends, Adolphe Charles Adams, for help.

The son of a well-known classical musician, Adolphe had studied in the Paris conservatoire. His talent and fame brought requests to write works for orchestras and ballets all over the world. Yet the lyrics that his friend Cappeau gave him must have challenged the composer in a fashion unlike anything he received from London, Berlin, or St. Petersburg.

As a man of Jewish ancestry, for Adolphe the words of "Cantique de Noel" represented a day he didn't celebrate and a man he did not view as the son of God. Nevertheless, Adams quickly went to work, attempting to marry an original score to Cappeau's beautiful words. Adams' finished work pleased both poet and priest. The song was performed just three weeks later at a Midnight Mass on Christmas Eve
Initially, "Cantique de Noel" was wholeheartedly accepted by the church in France and the song quickly found its way into various Catholic Christmas services. But when Placide Cappeau walked away from the church and became a part of the socialist movement, and church leaders discovered that Adolphe Adams was a Jew, the song--which had quickly grown to be one of the most beloved Christmas songs in France--was suddenly and uniformly denounced by the church. The heads of the French Catholic church of the time deemed "Cantique de Noel" as unfit for church services because of its lack of musical taste and "total absence of the spirit of religion." Yet even as the church tried to bury the Christmas song, the French people continued to sing it, and a decade later a reclusive American writer brought it to a whole new audience halfway around the world.

Not only did this American writer--John Sullivan Dwight--feel that this wonderful Christmas song needed to be introduced to America, he saw something else in the song that moved him beyond the story of the birth of Christ. An ardent abolitionist, Dwight strongly identified with the lines of the third verse: "Truly he taught us to love one another; his law is love and his gospel is peace. Chains shall he break, for the slave is our brother; and in his name all oppression shall cease." The text supported Dwight's own view of slavery in the South. Published in his magazine, Dwight's English translation of "O Holy Night" quickly found favor in America, especially in the North during the Civil War.

Back in France, even though the song had been banned from the church for almost two decades, many commoners still sang "Cantique de Noel" at home. Legend has it that on Christmas Eve 1871, in the midst of fierce fighting between the armies of Germany and France, during the Franco-Prussian War, a French soldier suddenly jumped out of his muddy trench. Both sides stared at the seemingly crazed man. Boldly standing with no weapon in his hand or at his side, he lifted his eyes to the heavens and sang, "Minuit, Chretiens, c'est l'heure solennelle ou L'Homme Dieu descendit jusqu'a nous," the beginning of "Cantique de Noel."

After completing all three verses, a German infantryman climbed out his hiding place and answered with, "Vom Himmel noch, da komm' ich her. Ich bring' euch gute neue Mar, Der guten Mar bring' ich so viel, Davon ich sing'n und sagen will," the beginning of Martin Luther's robust "From Heaven Above to Earth I Come."

The story goes that the fighting stopped for the next twenty-four hours while the men on both sides observed a temporary peace in honor of Christmas day. Perhaps this story had a part in the French church once again embracing "Cantique de Noel" in holiday services.

Adams had been dead for many years and Cappeau and Dwight were old men when on Christmas Eve 1906, Reginald Fessenden--a 33-year-old university professor and former chief chemist for Thomas Edison--did something long thought impossible. Using a new type of generator, Fessenden spoke into a microphone and, for the first time in history, a man's voice was broadcast over the airwaves: "And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus, that all the world should be taxed," he began in a clear, strong voice, hoping he was reaching across the distances he supposed he would.

Shocked radio operators on ships and astonished wireless owners at newspapers sat slack-jawed as their normal, coded impulses, heard over tiny speakers, were interrupted by a professor reading from the gospel of Luke. To the few who caught this broadcast, it must have seemed like a miracle--hearing a voice somehow transmitted to those far away. Some might have believed they were hearing the voice of an angel.
Fessenden was probably unaware of the sensation he was causing on ships and in offices; he couldn't have known that men and women were rushing to their wireless units to catch this Christmas Eve miracle. After finishing his recitation of the birth of Christ, Fessenden picked up his violin and played "O Holy Night," the first song ever sent through the air via radio waves. When the carol ended, so did the broadcast--but not before music had found a new medium that would take it around the world.

Since that first rendition at a small Christmas mass in 1847, "O Holy Night" has been sung millions of times in churches in every corner of the world. And since the moment a handful of people first heard it played over the radio, the carol has gone on to become one of the entertainment industry's most recorded and played spiritual songs. This incredible work--requested by a forgotten parish priest, written by a poet who would later split from the church, given soaring music by a Jewish composer, and brought to Americans to serve as much as a tool to spotlight the sinful nature of slavery as tell the story of the birth of a Savior--has become one of the most beautiful, inspired pieces of music ever created.

Reprinted from "Stories Behind the Best-Loved Songs of Christmas" for educational purposes only, from Zondervan.

O Holy Night
O holy night! The stars are brightly shining,
It is the night of the dear Saviour's birth.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining.
Till He appeared and the Spirit felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices!
O night divine, the night when Christ was born;
O night, O holy night, O night divine!
O night, O holy night, O night divine!


Led by the light of faith serenely beaming,
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand.
O'er the world a star is sweetly gleaming,
Now come the wisemen from out of the Orient land.
The King of kings lay thus lowly manger;
In all our trials born to be our friends.
He knows our need, our weakness is no stranger,
Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!
Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!

Truly He taught us to love one another,
His law is love and His gospel is peace.
Chains he shall break, for the slave is our brother.
And in his name all oppression shall cease.
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,
With all our hearts we praise His holy name.
Christ is the Lord! Then ever, ever praise we,
His power and glory ever more proclaim!
His power and glory ever more proclaim!

Mary Post Warren
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Thursday, November 3, 2011

Mary's Musing's Update


I know I haven't posted in a long time - I seem to have lost my desire to research for the time being.  I'm involved in a few other things at the moment...one being my Pampered Chef business and trying to grow it, I also read a lot (54 books so far this year, + the Bible all the way through), and am a little involved in politics (supporting my candidates).  We've had a lot of family issues the last year one being the passing away of my hub's sister, Janet...after being diagnosis-ed with stomach cancer in February and being given 2 months to live, she passed away on September 22.  We were blessed to be able to travel from Phoenix to Long Beach for every month or two to visit her. We were actually in Long Beach the week she passed away (to visit her), her caregiver told us she was waiting to 'go home' (die) until she saw her brother one more time...she died the day after we got there.

My niece in MN had a stroke 10 days ago, after lots of prayers - she's in rehab now and expected to go home this Saturday.  This did not take any time from us, just mention it so you all can keep her in your prayers as she recovers.  She has 2 small children, a very supportive husband, and my sister (her mother) was able to go back to help her during the recovery period.  She won't be able to go back to work for a couple of months, at least.  Lots of rehab work to do, which I won't go into here.

Our highlight of the year is our youngest son is being ordained as a Baptist Preacher in a couple of weeks - we will go there for the service....

We look forward to Thanksgiving with all our biological children....I've been in the holiday type of mood and am ready for the season to come on full force.

I'm on google+ as Mary Warren and on Facebook as Mary Post Warren, if you would like to hook up with me there....

Mary Post Warren
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Thursday, October 20, 2011

Treasure Chest Thursday - The House with Nobody in It

picture taken by hubs cousin, Carl
The House with Nobody in It
(1913 Joyce Kilmer)

Whenever I walk to Suffern along the Erie track
I go by a poor old farmhouse with its shingles broken and black.
I suppose I've passed it a hundred times, but I always stop for a minute
And look at the house, the tragic house, the house with nobody in it.

I never have seen a haunted house, but I hear there are such things;
That they hold the talk of spirits, their mirth and sorrowings.
I know this house isn't haunted, and I wish it were, I do;
For it wouldn't be so lonely if it had a ghost or two.

This house on the road to Suffern needs a dozen panes of glass,
And somebody ought to weed the walk and take a scythe to the grass.
It needs new paint and shingles, and the vines should be trimmed and tied;
But what it needs the most of all is some people living inside.

If I had a lot of money and all my debts were paid
I'd put a gang of men to work with brush and saw and spade.
I'd buy that place and fix it up the way it used to be
And I'd find some people who wanted a home and give it to them free.

Now, a new house standing empty, with staring window and door,
Looks idle, perhaps, and foolish, like a hat on its block in the store.
But there's nothing mournful about it; it cannot be sad and lone
For the lack of something within it that it has never known.

But a house that has done what a house should do,
a house that has sheltered life,
That has put its loving wooden arms around a man and his wife,
A house that has echoed a baby's laugh and held up his stumbling feet,
Is the saddest sight, when it's left alone, that ever your eyes could meet.

So whenever I go to Suffern along the Erie track
I never go by the empty house without stopping and looking back,
Yet it hurts me to look at the crumbling roof and the shutters fallen apart,
For I can't help thinking the poor old house is a house with a broken heart.

Mary Post Warren
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Friday, August 26, 2011

Follow Friday - An Update

I haven't been around too much this summer - I hope that changes as we slide into Fall.  It's just been too hot to think in Phoenix (hasn't HAS gotten as high as 119 this summer), much less put out a blog and do research.  I've been doing a lot of reading - I've read over 40 books since the first of the year, and although I've slacked off a little bit on my daily Bible reading I'm back to it too.  I'm up to Galatians in the New Testament and am hoping to finish before the end of the year (finish the Bible that is, not finish Galatians).   I've also started my own business selling Pampered Chef.  At this time I'm looking into working the Arts and Craft shows that are coming up soon, as well as one on one with people who want to purchase.

One of the other things I've been reading is some of your blogs.  And since this is Follow Friday I thought I would let you know some of whom I'm following these days:

F   Family Story Keeping

R   Reflection's from the Fence

I     MIssIssIppI MemorIes

D    Dr. Bill Tells Ancestor Stories

A    Angler's Rest 

Y    Little BYtes of Life

Mary Post Warren
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